Author's Note: This is my first Star Trek fanfic. It is definitely AU, even for the movie. But I'm completely in love with the cast and the storyline. This story weaves itself through the movie, so hopefully you have seen it. Translations for the names are provided. All comments/criticisms are welcome, but not required. I truly enjoyed writing this piece and it seems it will be a long one. Just enjoy a freebie!
Disclaimer: Star Trek is not mine. Oh how I wish it was mine though!
Swahili Translation:
Maliki Jalil (King Jalil)
Malkia Dafina (Queen Dafina)
Mrithi Issa Jalil Uhura (Pince 'salvation/protection')
Amira Nyota Uhura (Princess star)
Amira Layla Dafina Uhura (Princess 'dark beauty' 'high worth')
It was more than fifteen years ago, when the three royal children laughed and played outside of their home. It was a time of innocence for all. Three children born into privilege and great wealth. Their mother, the reigning Queen (Malkia) Dafina and father King (Maliki) Jalil were peaceful rulers of the kingdom of Malawi. They were considered modern in their ways, teaching their children world history, music and science. The oldest, Mrithi Issa was groomed to become heir to the kingdom. The elders foretold that he would be strong, wise and have a long-lasting rule. The first daughter, Amira Nyota or 'star' was not named by chance but by prophecy. It was foretold that a daughter would find home within the sky. The moment their first daughter was born, she kept her eyes up into the sky. It was quite early her life that she was meant for that life. Another daughter, Amira Layla was born several years later. It was she that was foretold to bring peace back into their land.
The United States of Africa, after two centuries of civil wars, were finally united; once the rules, now became governors and beaurocrats. The kingdom of Malawi bordered on Kilwa, where another noble family, the Garai, ruled. However, their relationship was strained, when King Jalil did not accept the family's proposal of arranged marriage. The marriage between Amira Uhura and Mrithi Khalfani was not seen as appropriate for their more modern ways. Binding their first daughter into a marriage was going against her prophecy. A few locals, lead by a rogue chief, Farid, were unhappy with the decision. An undercurrent of tension and malcontent began, slowly until one night the unthinkable happened.
It was dark and quiet throughout the palace grounds. The children, now 15, 13 and 9 years of age, were asleep. Their parents however, were kept awake by the chief guard. It was well known that Chief Farid was behind all the talks of change, and even worse was the ever increasing amount of supporters for his cause. The group, not content with free speech demanded an audience with the king and queen. It was not known later on how it started, merely how it ended. Both King and Queen murdered, the children next on their list. The servants, witnesses to the horror, rushed to wake and save the children. Jalil with Layla in his arms and Nyota running not too far behind, were rushed to safety. Many more servants died to save them. A small group of guards were able to transport them safely to Europe, where they became refugees.